2B enters your life

You could barely sleep last night. The excitement of receiving your Love Doll kept you on an extended vigil. Several times you had to resort to your good friend the orgasm to tire you and be able to calm your libido a bit, even if your first intentions were to save cum for your Doll. These days felt like mere transitions to the most important event in your teenage life.

You still didn't have a concrete plan to welcome your her. Heck, you had no idea how a sex doll expressed panic, terror, or even rage. Internet forums didn't help because everyone assumed you had control over her mental characteristics. You didn't know Meany well enough to predict her reaction, although based on her most recent anger, it was clear that she would not take it well at all.

You knew that your strategic capabilities were reduced at the moment due to your inordinate eagerness to fuck 2B. A tailor-made for you 2B. On top of that, with Meany's mind. Double prize. Thank you LaVerne, you damn wonderful horny old bastard.

It had been years since you played Nier:Automata, and these days more than ever you were wondering: What made the YoRHa Android Number 2 Type B so attractive? Why did you specifically choose her? Apart from the physique, of course.

Let's start with docility. We all love a good dandere from time to time, right? It's too easy to completely ignore the depth of the original character and just stick with the quiet personality and physical beauty that many people can be fond of. She was originally designed for combat but...

The doorbell rang.

Showtime?

Conveniently, it was Tuesday afternoon and your parents were at work.

You went downstairs and ran to the door. Indeed, it was your package. It was her. And the package was huge.

You signed for it without a whimper, and after closing the door, you solemnly accepted the challenge to carry that big box up the stairs.

When you got to your room, you put the box on top of your bed, took a small knife, and discovered the mysterious capsule lying inside it, reminiscent of an egg. It seems that Love Dolls are oviparous. You put the capsule on the floor.

You opened the capsule and you could swear that for a moment a brightness came out of it, as if a door to heaven had opened before you.

Finally.

Oh god. Oh fuck.

She was... beautiful.

No, beautiful was an understatement, any word you could think of to describe her would fall short. It would be like trying to explain the color white to someone who had never known the black. She looked like the beauty that gave meaning to the existence of all the ugliness in the world.

She was carefully curled up. With your gaze you explored her face, her hair, her mole on the left side of her chin, all accompanied by a milky color that reminded you of your own, and that only made her look more glorious. She was definitely much more beautiful than you expected, and your expectations were by no means low. It was as if she had been taken straight from the game into your imagination and then from your imagination into reality.

She had the tits, those massive milk makers enlarged to your whim and pleasure; she had the ass, which had at first glance so much fleshiness, softness, and you couldn't wait to smother yourself in it; and she was more cute than you ever thought. You couldn't see them in all their glory yet, but you knew her cock and balls were there too, along with her pussy and asshole. All without losing the essence of the original character's appearance, it was a job worthy of your highest respects.

You were almost shaking.

Holy shit.

This was the real thing. This was real.

Say what you want about LDC, but those guys really are masters of their craft.

The 2B body you always wanted to fuck was in your own room. The fact that she was completely immobile made her look like a corpse, but you know that as soon as you touch her, you'll bring her to life.

Carefully you took the user manual that came in the box, almost forgetting to check it. It was more extensive than you thought. You flipped through it quickly trying to absorb important information. Your excitement didn't allow you to process the words and concepts well, but you understood that you had virtually total control over her body. Even for you, it was ridiculous the degree of things you could control. You understood that you could prevent her from doing virtually any physical action that did not please you, and **** her in sexual ways that were too tempting to try, but let's take it one step at a time.

Focus. The first contact is always important. You have to make her see that you are a nice guy, that you can get along well together, and that from now on your penis is her best friend. Show your nice side. Come on, you can do it.

Hide the knife. Put away anything fragile or important that might fall out. Stand near the door in case she tries to escape. She can't get too far away from you unless you dismiss her, but it's better if she stays in your room to keep the situation under control.

Take a deep breath. You are ready.

Your hand reached forward like God giving life to Adam. And Adam was a Nier:Automata character.

You brushed her hair affectionately. Time to wake up, sweetie.

Immediately her torso began to emulate a breath. Her blue eyes came to life and she looked even better than she did in the game. Her slight movements with her head, like someone waking up from a great slumber, trying to recognize her surroundings, were so graceful, had so much life and were beaut—

She shouted deafeningly. You covered your ears in a wince.

Clumsily she got up from the pod and ran staggering towards the door, but you were already there, blocking her way.

"W-Wait! Wait!" you shouted at her, and she screamed at the sight of that pale, skinny creature blocking her way out. You had never seen someone look so horrified after seeing your face. She quickly turned around to try to spot her surroundings. There was no other way out, the window was too small for her to escape through. She stumbled face first into the bed. Her heavy breathing (very well accomplished by the way, LDC engineers are geniuses) indicated her desperation. She quickly turned to look at you. Those beautiful eyes were in pure shock.

"Calm down please, I need you t-"

She emitted another eardrum-bursting scream. And another. And another.

"NO! NO! NO!" She begged.

She turned desperately to the sides looking for that escape route she couldn't find. Tears were beginning to fall from her face. You had never felt so bad for an object.

"STAW AWAY! PLEASE STAY AWAY!"

You remained blocking the door from her. At this point the screams, although they decreased in volume, were already making you quite dazed.

"Mute voice” you said, convinced that it was better to shut her up than to yell at her to shut up.

And then, silence. Hopefully your neighbors hadn't called the police thinking you were killing someone. Your Doll, suddenly not hearing her own voice, seemed to try to scream louder. All her will was not enough to generate a single whisper. Her face expressing a choked scream was a mix between agony and helplessness that only reminded you of when Al Pacino did it in The Godfather part III.

Muting her voice only increased her panic. Big mistake.

Your doll kept screaming and crying silently sitting on the floor at the edge of the bed and you didn’t know what to do. Now trembling, she brought her hands to her neck.

Then she stopped to look at her hands.

She recognized that those were not her hands. She picked up a lock of her hair to see that that was not her hair. Then she looked down. She saw those gigantic udders she had for breasts, and further down, in her crotch, past her two huge milk-producing hills, was a flaccid penis, with all and testicles.

She paused in contemplation for a few seconds, then cried violently again. But now she was grimacing strangely.

"Unmute voice."

You heard her and understood:

She wasn't crying, she was laughing.

Although her face was still submerged in pure agony and the tears hadn't stopped, the sound was unmistakably of uncontrolled laughter, a laughter that **** itself out abruptly.

As if to try to lighten the mood, you faked a laugh and began to laugh softly with her.

She screamed again like the first time.

"Deactivate!"

And in an instant that expression of suffering and madness was gone.

You were thankful your parents were not around.

You were panting. Shit, and few minutes ago you were holding out hope that you could fuck today. Did you really looked so much like a potential **** that she was so scared? No one had ever told you that...

Silencing her voice had probably been the worst thing you could have done at that moment, and you know it.

You sat on the floor, leaning against the door. You were still trying to catch your breath. You were in a similar position to her next to the bed.

But she was deactivated, peacefully forgetting about reality.

And you, well, it looks like you will also have trouble sleeping today.